Garden of Frost
by Rebecca Hamilton
Cold, dreary nights
The frosty grip of winter
Keeping a heart
Close to death's throne
Even in the frozen land of lost souls
There is found some beauty
Like the cold crisp air that makes
The sparkling stars brighter
Ice roses grasped tightly
Bloom in the perpetual snow
Stay in the high walled garden
Without a thought of freedom
For even though it is winter
He still loves the garden fair
And walks around touching the roses
With a lovers caress
The pure white powder
Covers the small flowered haven
With a blanket of emotion
While the frigid wind tosses it around
This wind, however playful,
Bites the poor roses
Till they are senseless
Unable to feel anything good or bad
The loss of the senses is so gradual
So slow to take it's hold
The flowers don't know what
The garden has been missing
Until the inevitable happens
A ray of sunshine
Falls on unopened buds
Warming them with friendship
The walls thicken, winter grows colder
Trying to keep the sunbeam out
A lost battle from the beginning
As the roses start to awaken
Little by little the mortar in the walls
Start to crumble to dust
The land grows warmer
The icy hands of death are forced away
A small green shoot
Breaks up through the powdered snow
The first triumph against
The rule of winter
The color comes back
To snow covered roses
Tipped with red warmth
They are half fire, half ice
Winter try's fiercely to keep
His death grip on the garden
With a promise of spilled blood
From sharp icy knives
But still a message of hope
Slips through the barriers
Put up by garden and
The bitter love of winter
Just a small message
That changes the garden
One crocus in a field
Of deep, suffocating snow
For even though winter
Has loved the garden
It is time for spring to teach the garden
About growth and a new love
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